Chapter 472: Chapter 472

Chu Munan also turned his head to look behind Song Qiao, his smile freezing instantly, his eyes darkening.

That man... really is everywhere, isn’t he?

Seeing Chu Munan’s reaction, Song Qiao immediately had a certain idea flash through her mind, ’Lu Jingchen is here’.

The moment this realization hit her, her body involuntarily stiffened, but before she could react, a deep and familiar voice came from above her head, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Chu Munan looked up at the man in front of him wearing only a white shirt, bereft of his sharp demeanor from the day, a faint smile on his lips but his voice laced with a cold laugh, "What if I said I mind, would you not sit with us?"

Lu Jingchen glanced at him indifferently, his expression unchanged as he crisply responded, "No."

With that, he drew a chair over to himself and sat down next to Song Qiao, precisely between her and Chu Munan, assuming his place as if it were a given. Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Chu Munan gave him a look filled with disdain, didn’t say anything more, and started to pick up a skewer of lamb to eat, internally labeling Lu Jingchen as ’immature’.

Anyone with eyes to see and a brain to think could tell that this man had come on purpose, and the reason why Lu Jingchen knew their location was probably all thanks to Lu Jingchen’s nephew.

He had noticed Lu Yulin sending a secretive text earlier, but he hadn’t openly exposed him at that moment.

The little tricks of the young one, thought stealthy, weren’t substantial enough in his eyes.

If he couldn’t even notice these little actions, his years would’ve been wasted.

The uncle and nephew scheming together, truly contemptible.

Song Qiao could only feel the familiar yet subtly strong scent of men’s cologne coming from him, her body completely frozen, still holding a skewer of lamb.

After Lu Jingchen sat down, his eyes landed on the woman, noticing her dazed expression as if she had suddenly spaced out; he frowned unconsciously, but upon seeing the skewer in her hand, he relaxed his brow and ate a piece of the lamb off the skewer without a word.

As the man pulled the meat out, Song Qiao felt someone tugging at the skewer in her hand, instinctively tightening her grip on the stick, turning her head and seeing the man eating the meat made her freeze, blurting out, "Why are you eating mine? Aren’t there plenty here?"

She had eaten from it, and although politely, she wasn’t sure if her saliva had gotten on it, him eating ... was truly embarrassing for her.

Lu Jingchen chewed slowly, finding the taste quite good, although he had previously disdained street stalls and had never been to one before.

Hearing Song Qiao’s words, the man slightly raised his eyebrows, his voice teasing as he spoke, "Should I give it back to you now?"

Song Qiao’s eyes fell directly on his mouth, her face darkening as she realized she was being teased by the man, turning her head away from him, annoyance clear on her face as she responded tersely, "No need."

Lu Jingchen turned to look at Song Qiao, although he could only see her profile, he clearly caught the annoyed expression on her face, his lips curving into a slight smile, he reached out his hand, and due to their proximity, easily wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning in closer, "Still angry?"

His voice was very low and slightly hoarse, as if he hadn’t had water, but it sounded incredibly sexy.

Also, because of his tone, Song Qiao felt her body stiffen suddenly, a current running through her from the soles of her feet to her entire body, giving her a tingling sensation.

How long had it been since he had spoken to her ?

It seemed not too long, but on further thought, it felt like ages.

After a while, she turned to look at him, only to find that their faces were nearly inches apart, her turning her head almost made his breath spray on her face, not just tingling overwhelming her body, but her face and ears also starting to flush with redness.

Song Qiao moved her head back a bit, trying to increase the distance between them, "Could you, could you please sit properly?"

Lu Jingchen opened his eyes to look at her, seeing nothing but her reflection in his deep eyes.

This time, he not only did not sit properly, but also did not let go of her, instead going even further by placing his other hand around her waist, steadfastly stating two words, "No."

Their posture became incredibly intimate in an instant, with the night market street behind them, passersby all around, and people sitting at the neighboring table. Their proximity in such a public setting immediately drew numerous gazes.

Song Qiao could feel the curious looks from around, even without looking, feeling provoked, she sternly called his name, "Lu Jingchen, let me go."